(originally posted to facebook) On the scooter its always Ninja-level alert, 2-seconds to danger, and always wear a helmet, preferably my safety boots and jacket (which I left home on such a nice night). First, I am fine; except for leaving one layer of skin, and a whole lotta dignity out on East Bay Road. … Continue reading Clumsy Me!

When your mate has PTSD or a history of trauma (or the like) they react to events beyond your control. In the end, I think, you cannot make sense of it. The victim of PTSD or Trauma experiences life events through such filters that skew their reality, but it is still their reality. If you … Continue reading Sinners & Saints: Wasting My Years

Today I am zipping down to DC to catch the auto train south to Orlando tomorrow. The weather is perfect, and the traffic is light, the low hills along the Trenton river are breathtaking. Yet I sit here melancholy. The purpose of any solo motorcycle trip is to have extended time alone in your head; … Continue reading Racing Thoughts & Melancholy

Is the third time the charm? Or is EVERY time? It was over a year ago I met my Angel, an apparition on a giant white motorcycle, during a tempestuous downpour, in the outer bank island town of Chincoteague Virginia. I had been there for a day already, stranded by the rain and wind and … Continue reading Lightning in a Bottle

I'm unexpectedly leaving my congregation, UU-Clearwater. Not my denomination, Unitarian Universalists, just my local congregation. Like so often in my life, things seem upside down so I lost interest and I'm moving along. I love my denomination; we have “ethics” not dogma. Some members believe in Jesus, others Jehovah, some are atheists. Some consider the … Continue reading Moving On: My Upside Down Church

It happened again. I spent all last summer having strangers strike up conversations with me; in parking lots, coffee fixin bars, restaurant lobbies. At first it was unsettling, then something to study, eventually a great source of heartwarming blog posts. Now, I just take it in stride I was putting in my cream & sugar … Continue reading I’m An Inkblot